*Traveling Alone...
Riding the white line
The thought crossed my mind
Drop my hands to my sides
...and fly
A tear in my eye
Nothing to do but cry
As I realize
The long to die
....why?
I want to try
To LIVE this life
But one without strife
...is a lie.Get through tonight ( Read more... )
The thought crossed my mind
Drop my hands to my sides
...and fly
A tear in my eye
Nothing to do but cry
As I realize
The long to die
....why?
I want to try
To LIVE this life
But one without strife
...is a lie.Get through tonight ( Read more... )
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i just had a random memory, of the time that we were at that one motel where we had our own room in california, like the last night we were there, and we were listening to number one guns "on and on". it was a beautiful moment. to me, at least =).
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